Alora's POV
Dante finally freed me once we reached his office. He dropped me onto the chair, and the pain in my hand was unbearable, causing tears to stream down my face. He stood over me, frustration and confusion etched on his face.
"Alora, why are you doing this?" he demanded, his voice cold. "I took you in to save your life, but you’re making me rethink my decision. Please, tell me why you’re doing this."
"Dante, I didn’t do anything wrong," I said, my voice trembling. "I don’t know why you keep blaming me. I’m innocent. Bianca is the one attacking me for no reason."
Dante gripped his hair, then slammed his hand down on the desk, making me jump. "Alora, do you really think I’m a fool? Are you trying to make me look like the bad person here?"
"Dante, you’re not a bad person. You’ve
